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partyofthree2013-05-18 01:25 am
cradle_robbing) wrote in partyofthree2013-05-18 01:25 am
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I've got the scars to prove, only the strong survive
Who: Xanxus and you!
When: May 17, 2013
Where: Training grounds.
What: Xanxus is doing some training, come troll him, train with him?
Warnings: Blood, violence and language, it is Xanxus and a weapon....
Xanxus had training, he was a fighter, he was the boss of Varia. But, swords were still something he had not done much with. The loud mouth handled those and well enough, Xanxus flames were Wrath in the life he was determined to get back to. Not buying into the bullshit they shoved down his throat here about Gods, Xanxus still blamed some mist user and intended to rip their throat out of this.
For now however, he would take what he could get. A violent young man, he had so much rage pent up that it was bound to explode sooner rather than later.
Thus, he was on the training field, sword in his hand his body was a bit awkward in the way he moved with the weapon. Clear it was not one he was familiar with. Another thing was clear however, when he got angry, let it flow from his veins into the blade he found a fluid state. His body moved and his target was cut clean through.
A slow smirk curved his lips, now this was more like it. Too bad he did not have a flesh and blood opponent, there was so little satisfaction without a real fight.
When: May 17, 2013
Where: Training grounds.
What: Xanxus is doing some training, come troll him, train with him?
Warnings: Blood, violence and language, it is Xanxus and a weapon....
Xanxus had training, he was a fighter, he was the boss of Varia. But, swords were still something he had not done much with. The loud mouth handled those and well enough, Xanxus flames were Wrath in the life he was determined to get back to. Not buying into the bullshit they shoved down his throat here about Gods, Xanxus still blamed some mist user and intended to rip their throat out of this.
For now however, he would take what he could get. A violent young man, he had so much rage pent up that it was bound to explode sooner rather than later.
Thus, he was on the training field, sword in his hand his body was a bit awkward in the way he moved with the weapon. Clear it was not one he was familiar with. Another thing was clear however, when he got angry, let it flow from his veins into the blade he found a fluid state. His body moved and his target was cut clean through.
A slow smirk curved his lips, now this was more like it. Too bad he did not have a flesh and blood opponent, there was so little satisfaction without a real fight.